Everyone was purely jazzed about
the sun disappearing for three minutes.
In her absence, the day went
completely saturnine. Nobody’s hearts
were lackadaisical, and abandoned cruise ships
capsized meaninglessly in the harbor. If we weren’t
so indifferent, this would have spelled out
bad news in plain English. Everyone
was perfectly chuffed about local sports,
over which we shot death threats at our enemies
in adjacent townships. We celebrated the solstice
with the burning of antique furniture
and the inhalation of fumes that allowed us
to look into the past and realize
that marriage was never in the cards,
that the riverbanks would overflow
and wash our homes into the sea,
where we would learn, in time, to swim,
and look beautiful while doing so.